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Face of Death	By : dweek Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Voldemort/Ginny Views: 5282 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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A/N- Huge thanks to Eclectic Pet for being an awesome beta as always! I should be back to posting on this story semi-regularly!
Ginny-
I’m making myself lunch again when Harry comes striding into the kitchen with a grin on his face and a bag in his hand.
“I got you some supplies.” He kissing me on the cheek and holding up the bag.
“What kind of supplies?” I ask turning away from the food so I can give him my full attention. I hadn’t asked for anything since they banished me to this cabin so I have to wonder what he thinks I need.
“I told you you should start writing remember?” He asks as he pulls out a few parcels. “Well I got you plenty of quills, ink, and parchment.” He adds happily.
“What am I supposed to write about exactly?” I ask shaking my head and turning back to the sandwich I had been making. “Do you want one?” I ask they’ve supplied the cabin with plenty of food, so I wasn’t worried about running out or rationing.
“Lunch would be great.” He says as he unwraps his supplies. I start setting out things for a second sandwich as he continues. “Hermione thinks we should call it Mercy’s Voice. We want the people who still believe in you to see you’re not some lovesick girl pining for Dark Lord. We want to show both sides that you are your own person, and that you are not on their side.”
I nod thinking the idea of it wasn’t too bad, but I still didn’t know what I was supposed to say. “Are there topics you want me to write about?” I ask as I pour a serving of crisps on each of our plates before carrying them over to the table. “Do you want something to drink?”
“Pumpkin Juice?” He asks smiling at me. When I turn my back to get cups and juice he continues. “I think we should first work on getting everyone to believe it is really you. Hermione was thinking that maybe you could start on something you are known for?”
“What am I know for?” I as setting juice in front of him before taking my own seat.
“Well most of the nation knows about your work on the Asset Protection Bill. You know it is still going to be voted on?” He asks with a grimace. “You could start by sharing your real feelings about it.”
I take a bite of my sandwich to give myself time before I have to answer him on this. “That is very complicated Harry.” I tell him softly before taking a drink of juice.
“What’s so complicated? You don’t really think people are assets.” He says firmly as if there is no question in his mind.
“Well no.” I agree taking another bite. Ever since I returned to my friends it has been very hard to explain the complexity of my thoughts and ideas. “But if I write something that says everything I did on the bill is a lie, than that could put that work in danger.” I explain and he just looks at me blankly.
“This country doesn’t need a law that calls people assets Ginny.” Harry says as if I don’t understand.
“We already have that law Harry: The Blood Purity Act. My law makes it so you can’t hurt those classified as non citizens except for very particular circumstances. No Death Eater can just abuse those put in their possession. How is that a bad thing?” I ask frowning at him as he frowns right back at me.
“Did they really brainwash you that much?” Harry asks with clear disgust in his voice. “You shouldn’t have been working with them at all.”
I bite my lower lip and work very hard not to call him an idiot. “I’m not hungry any more.” I say getting to my feet.
Harry reaches out and grabs my wrist in a tight grasp. “You don’t get to just walk away from this Ginny. We need to talk. I need to help you get your head back on straight.” He says firmly, but not unkindly.
I’m a little distracted by my heart as all I can think is that I want him to tighten the grasp even more.
“Just because none of you can understand my life, doesn’t mean what I did was wrong. My choices helped to save you and helped to free Hermione. My cooperation got most of my family out of…”
Harry sighs dropping my wrist. “I don’t want to fight Ginny.” He says getting to his feet so he can wrap his arms gently around me.
“Please don’t do that.” I say trying to step out of him embrace.
“What?” He asks looking at me with an unreadable expression.
“Treat me like something breakable.” I say sitting back down and looking at my half finished lunch.
“That isn’t about you Ginny.” He says stepping back and sitting as well. “I’m worried if I’m not careful I will really hurt you.”
“How is that not about me?” I ask looking up at him with a scowl.
He sighs and shakes his head. “Because it’s about me!” He yells after a moment throwing his hands into the air. “I want to hurt you. I want to hurt something and most of all you.” He admits looking down with shame written all over him. “So I have to be careful not to fall into that darkness.”
“There is darkness in me too Harry.” I admit reach across the table to take his hand. “I crave pain. I want you to hurt me when we're together.” I say very softly.
“He messed with your dead. He trained you to want that.” He says looking up at me. “I refuse to take advantage of what he did to you.”
I bite my lower lip as I let my hands fall back into my lap. “I think it could help me feel safe with you Harry, and if it’s something we both want that why is that wrong?” I ask looking up to him.
He sighs again making me feel dirty for even asking for these things I want. I knew there was something wrong with me, but if I could use it to help him why shouldn’t I.
“And what happens with my darkness fades over time and yours just festers?” He asks with worry. I know he is just trying to help, but the question makes me feel worse.
“Maybe doing this with someone that loves me will make me better too.” I say looking up and seeing the doubt in his eyes.
“Okay.” he agrees after a long moment. “But if I’m really hurting you, then I think we should have a word that makes me stop. Something you wouldn’t normally say in the heat of the moment.”
My heart is racing again as I think about what he is really offering me. “Um, would snitch work?” I ask blushing a bit as my brain goes to Quidditch.
“That’s perfect.” He says sagely before standing and offering me his hand.
“Right now?” I ask looking up at him.
“I’ll have to head back soon.” He says so I take his hand and let him lead me back to my bedroom.
Once we are there I feel nervous and awkward as he turns to me. There is something in his smile that makes my stomach twist. He starts to work on the buttons of my shirt and I move to do the same for him when he slaps my hand away.
“You don’t touch me.” He says firmly before ripping my shirt open as if he is suddenly impatient for what we are about to do. “I’ve need this for a while.” He adds breathlessly as he pushes me back onto the bed.
He moves over me as his hands work to remove the rest of my clothes his lips find the tender spot of my neck. I gasp wanting to reach out and touch him back, but know he doesn’t want me to.
When I am fully revealed to him he frowns down at the red wedding markings that are still all over my body. His hands move over them slowly for a moment before his fingers move to the Dark Mark on my pelvic bone.
“Most of the wedding runes will go away in a month or so.” I tell him softly.
“But this is forever.” He says with disgust. “I wonder if we could burn it off?” He asks lightly before leaning down again to taste my skin. “Think you would like that kind of pain?” he asks mockingly.
I swallow very confused by the way he was acting now. He must be really letting the darkness out for the first time.
“Luna says it goes to the bone.” I tell him as his starts to explore my body again.
“These I don’t mind.” He admits running his tongue over a few runes. “They mean you belong to me. You’ll never feel another man’s touch but mine.”
“Oh. But…” I start before he bites down on my nipple sending a jolt of pain and pleasure right to my core.
“He isn’t a man and he will never touch you again.” He says guessing my thoughts as he suddenly turning me over so I am on my stomach. “On your hands and knees.” He orders as he helps me into the position and makes sure my legs are spread to his liking. “Has he ever fucked you like the bitch you are?” he asks then landing a hard stroke to my arse.
“I don’t want to talk about him now.” I say and he spanks me again harder this time.
“Are you thinking about him bitch?” He asks as he starts to spank me in earnest.
I shake my head as I gasp letting myself enjoy the burning while he lets loose on me. “No. Only you.” I tell him, knowing what he wants to hear.
“Good.” he growls as he moves behind. I heard him unzipping his slacks so I turn my head watch him only to get slapped fiercely across the cheek. “Keep your eyes front bitch.” He orders and I’m not sure I like this any more.
When he thrusts into me it isn’t quite comfortable or at all pleasurable. We’ve had sex a few times since he’s been back, I know he knows how to make it feel good. It’s like he is trying to make not feel good.
“No Harry.” I gasp trying to shift my hips to make it feel better.
“Master.” He growls tugging my hair back. “And you’ll get yours if you're a good little bitch.” He adds taking me harshly.
His free hand settles on my hip his fingers brushing over the Dark Mark. I don’t think he does it on purpose but I feel a trace of his magic flow into the sign giving me a very clear reminder of burn when Tom gave it to me.
“Stop!” I cry as the jolt of pain goes all the way up my spine. “You might call him!”
“Don’t worry, he can't be called her my little bitch.” He assures me sending more power into the Mark. The paid is almost worse than when I got it and now all I can think is that i want this to end.
I scream as I can’t control single muscle in my body. They all tense as if being electrocuted with agony. This isn’t the pain I was craving, this wasn’t anything I wanted.
“Finally, I didn’t think anything would make you scream.” Harry answers me as he laughs and continues his sharp thrusts.
“Please stop Harry.” I finally gasp as I get control of my voice. He just laughs again and lets go of my hair so he can grasp my other side.
“Almost there sweetheart.” He groans sounding pleased.
I turn back to look at him again. How do I get him to stop? Right. “Snitch snitch!” I yell remember the word that was supposed to stop all the pain.
But he doesn’t stop for a moment, the pain continues until I feel his release inside of me. His hand moves away from the mark and he pets my spin tenderly.
“Did you say something?” He asks breathlessly as he smiles at me.
“I said snitch.” I saw feeling a bit foolish now for some reason.
“Was I a bit too rough?” He asks pulling out of me and helping me to lay on my side.
“Just a bit.” I lie, feeling silly for my fear of him. “But that didn’t call Tom?” I ask looking at him.
“Even if I was actually doing the right action it wouldn’t have worked. This place is protected against that. Hermione felt you may try to call him when you were alone.” He says as he sits on the bed next to my limp form. “You were amazing” He adds brushing hair from my face
“Do you think it helped?” I ask before looking back up into his eyes.
“Yes, I think it did. It bled off a little of it anyway. I think maybe if we do this enough I can get back to my old self.” He says thoughtfully making me smile.
“Good.” I tell him glad I could do this small thing to help him, even if I didn’t like it in the way I thought I would.
Luna-
I am making the best I can of my time trapped in the castle. Blaise brought me supplies to continue working on the next issue of the Quibbler. I have a few pieces gathered around me on the floor as I try and decide on placement in the magazine.
When the door flys open slamming against the wall I know who it is so I don’t really see the point of looking up at his angry face.
“You stand when your Lord enters a room.” He hisses before I feel a magical force pulling me to my feet.
Looking up at him I see nothing but fury and darkness. I try to step back but his magic holds me tight as he slams the door shut again with a wave of raw power.
“I’m sorry my Lord. I was caught up in my work.” I say looking to the floor and trying to stay as still as possible. I don’t think all this anger is coming from my misstep and I don’t want to be the way he vents it. “Is there something I can help you with my Lord?” I ask knowing he came here for a reason.
“Can you help me kill that boy again?” He snaps his power pushing me away so I stumble back into the foot of teh bed.
“No my Lord.” I say frowning deeply and keeping my eyes on the ground. “Has he done something particular to anger you?” I ask wondering if the DA has made some dramatic move.
“At this very moment that little worm is fucking my wife and making me watch!” He says hissing. He is nearly shaking with his fury. I’ve seen his cold fury and I wonder if it is better or worse that he is showing such an outward display of emotion. “He’s trying to injure her.”
“Harry?” I ask so surprised by the sureness in his words that I forget I probably shouldn’t say his name.
“Oh? Did you think there wouldn’t be a price to coming back from the dead?” Voldemort laughs darkly. “The boy has been changed by it. Oh but that girl, always the little martyr is trying to help him deal with the darkness. But I can feel him, I know what he really wants.”
“What can I do for you my Lord?” I ask trying to push the mix of emotions his works incete in me to the side. Why would no one stop Harry if he was suddenly so out of control. Why would they let him hurt Ginny?
“I want you to tell me where they are!” He yells crossing the room again in two strikes his hand moves to the side of my face, and I flinch thinking he is going to strike me.
He forces the image of Ginny into my mind. She’s naked and under me, no Harry. I don’t know what I am supposed to learn from this. I pull away from his grasp, I don’t need to see my best friend like that. The strike would have been preferable to the image.
“Why would he be showing you that?” I ask frowning at the obvious private moment.
“Because he wants to hurt me. He was very recently living inside my mind, you don’t think he knows how I feel about that brat?”
“Are you admitting to me that you love her?” I ask softly as I moved back from him further onto my bed.
“Let’s not play these games Luna.” He sneers. “She is mine, and that is all that is important. He is using something that is mine.”
I frown at that thinking back to their wedding rite. “How is he even doing that? He shouldn’t be able to touch her.” I point out trying to think that part over.
“Clearly the magic thinks we are the same person.” Voldemort says as if this is obvious. “Do you know how long that boy and I have been twisted and bound? Probably as long as you’ve been alive.”
“I have no idea where they are my Lord.” I say remember his question.
“I need you to find them.” He says standing a bit taller. “You are a seer, I want you to see this.”
“I can’t make it work like that my Lord.” I point out moving back from him again. “I have no control over what I see.”
He is fo fast I don’t see him drawing his wand. I;m suddenly thrown back against the wall over the bed, my feet dangling above the pillow.
“I could torture you, and then we would see what kind of results we got.” The Dark Lord pointed out as he keeps me pinned. “What use do I have with a seer that doesn’t see what I need?”
“I’m sorry my Lord. I want to find her too, she is my friend and she is in danger.” I remind him having to take shallow breaths as the force of his magic presses against my chest. “I would do anything to find her.”
“Good.” He says dropping me roughly on the bed and making me land in a heap. “Do you know what Divination is a dying art?” He asks his voice turning upbeat in a way that frightens me more than his yelling. He holds out his hand to me as I struggle to straighten myself.
“No my Lord.” I say making my way to him and taking his hand.
“It is because those with the talent don’t know where to look to help cultivate it.” He says as he leads me from the room.
This is why he same to me from the start, and I wonder what sort of thing he would have planned to help cultivate my gifts. He leads me to his office near by, still holding my hand as if I am some kind of friend.
I’ve been here many times, so I know the layout easily. I am surprised to find a small table set up in the corner with a collection of books and writing supplies.
“You were a Ravenclaw. I have some research material for you.” He says leading me over to the low table. “You will be spending your time here until I feel you have improved your gifts enough.”
As he moves away he missteps hissing as he catches himself on his disk. I move to him unsure what is not knowing what I can do about it.
“What is he doing?” I hear him say, but the words are obviously not meant for me. “Get to work now!” He snaps picking himself back up to full height as he points me towards the table.
I nod still curious about what he just saw but by his colors even I know better than to ask. Harry must have done something awful to Ginny for me to actually see worry in his colors.
I kneel down at the table and pick up the first book from the stack: The Dark Pattern. After finding it’s table of contents it was soon very clear this was a dark magic book about Cartomancy.
I frown as I flip to chapter one which seems to be all about how to make one’s own deck. I look up to the Dark Lord a bit confused.
“Do you have a deck? A real one?” I ask looking back down at the book. “This isn’t just about the seer, I would need the right magical tool.”
He doesn’t look up as he answers me. “If you read a bit farther you would realize the best desk are made by the seer.”
I nod to myself and start to make notes on how to make the deck. Drawing the cards seems simple enough, but then I find that most of the cards need to be enchanted in its own special way. I frown even more as I read about the things I would have to do to enchant these cards.
To properly enchant the Fool first you must find someone who is light hearted and happy. They then must be confronted with something that truly breaks all happiness in their lives. At the moment they realize their world is destroyed you must cast the harvesting charm below taking all the innocence that drains from them in that moment.
I shake my head and look up at Lord Voldemort with a grimace. “I am not going to destroy someone’s happiness.” I say looking back at the book and then to him. “That sounds awful.”
He looks up at me with a slight smirk on his face. “Oh that isn’t even the worst of the things you will have to do.” He says seeming to enjoy my discomfort. “Read the directions on how to enchant the suit of swords.” He says waiting for me to look.
I look back down at the book and find the section on how to enchant the four suits. At least they seem as if you enchant them as a suit instead of each card separately. When I find the section on swords my eyes widen.
It is best to start with the target tied to a vertical surface. You must place the cards at their feet and cast the charm before so they will collect the power when it is released. Once everything is set you must take thirteen silver swords and thrust them through the target one at a time. The sooner they are pinned to the surface with the swords the better. Once they are secure the ties should be removed. It is much more powerful if they are hanging by the swords before the blood starts to flow into the cards.
I look up at him again and I am sure all the color is drained from my face. “I can’t do this.” I tell him closing the book and shaking my head.
“You said you would do anything to get Ginevra back.” The Dark Lord says sounding amused.
“I can’t kill people.” I tell him shaking my head. “Ginny wouldn’t want me to kill people.” I tell him pushing the book away.
He gets up from his desk in a single move he is coming towards me. He towers trying to intimidate and I can’t help but move back from him as he is very good at being intimidating. His hand is in my hair a moment later and he is dragging me back towards the table. I kick and fight unable to stop the animal part of me that needs to get away from the predator.
Holding me easily I think he must be using magic as he picks up the book with his free hand and opens it to the first chapter.
“You are mine.” He says shaking my head to get me to stop fighting him and listen. “You are mine.” he repeats. “You have earned the honored position of Orical of the Dark Empire. I am your Dark Lord and you will do as I tell you. Ginevra doesn’t get a choice in how she is brought back to me. You will make each and every one of these cards.”
“It will take me months to make them.” I point out trying to keep the fear from my voice. “We don’t know if Ginny has months.” I gasp as he pulls my hair back to make me look into his red eyes.
“You will not like the consequences of my wife’s death.” He tells me in a cold tone. “I will break you in every way possible. You won’t get to die like her, I’ll even keep you from true insanity. There will be no escape from what I do to you.”
Daphne-
I spend a lot of time on my own now that I have no real job to get to. This afternoon I’m sitting in a little used courtyard looking down at the journal and hoping to see writing from my Lady while I wait for an important and secret meeting.
I’m so focused on winning writing to appear in the book that I don’t hear that something is approaching till I feel a hand on my shoulder. I jump trying to close the book as quickly as I can till I realize it’s Blaise.
“You scared me.” I say setting the book aside.
“I said your name twice.” He says taking a seat next to me and pulling out his silver cigarette case. He pulls one out for himself than offers me another.
“You know I don’t smoke.” I remind him making him shrug and light his with the tip of his wand.
“It’s polite to offer.” He says leaning back against the stone lench we’re sitting on. “Draco said to tell you he’ll be late. He’s having a meeting with his father right now.”
“Do you know what it’s about?” I ask shifting a bit away from him to get more comfortable on the bench.
No clue, but if I had to guess it would be about his position here and you. Isn’t that what he’s always nagging Draco about?” He asked glancing to the book. “He told me about the message. So the loon actually wants to come back to this?”
I punch him in the arm as an answer and shake my head. “Of course my Lady wants to return. This is her place. She can’t help anyone if she is out there being protected.”
“Hey hey…” Blaise says putting his hands up in surrender. “I’m not complaining. The sooner she comes back maybe the sooner my wife can come home.”
“He knows your wife is an oracle now, do you really think she is ever leaving this castle?” I ask shaking my head that he would be so naive. “The best you can hope for is he doesn’t need her company as often once his wife returns.”
He shoots me a glare and shakes his head. “So what can we do for her anyway?” He asks taking another draw from his cigarette.
“We are going to research a spell for her. I guess she has her wand, but we need something trackable so we can go and get her.” I tell him with a frown as we havn’t found anything that would work just yet.
“Doesn’t she have the Dark Mark?” He asks as if I am stupid. “If she really wants to come back all she has to do to call him is touch her wand to the mark. Then he would go get her wherever she is. It would also show that she does want to come back.”
I frown as I didn’t think of how simple that could be. “That is actually a good idea. But what if they probably have her warded somehow.” I tell him thoughtfully.
“Then any spell may be a waste of time.” He pointed out after blowing a buff from smoke away from us.
“What’s a waist of time?” A worn out looking Draco asks as he walks up to us.
“Detection spells. If they have her well warded.” I try to get him caught up. “But Blaise pointed out that she could use the Dark Mark to call him directly.”
“That’s actually a really good idea.” Draco says with a sigh as he sits down on the other side of me. “Father is working to get me reassigned to the unit tasked with finding our Lady. That and he has some women I should be looking into to make a good match. I have to start courting in earnest or he says he is disowning me.”
“That is probably a smart idea.” I say carefully before turning to Blaise. “Were any of your cousins a good match?” I ask as I haven’t heard about the progress of that project in a while.
“There is one that would fit well.” Draco answers as he rubs his eyes. “She isn’t on father’s list, but he isn’t looking so far from home. Can you believe Pancy is on the list?” He asks looking at both of us while a smile. “Tracy was too, but her name as been crossed off recently.”
“Well they are minor nobles, they could have been good matches.” I point out shaking my head.
“So it seems the plans of our little cabal all hinge on the goal of getting Lady Mercy back by our Lord’s side.” Blaise cuts in try relieve the tension between Draco and I.
“Yes. I’ll write something to her about trying the Dark Mark at least. It couldn’t hurt to try if she hasn’t thought of it already.” I say getting to my feet. “Is there anything else we can do at the moment?” I ask looking to the two of them.
“Luna’s involved with the rebellion and I’m pretty sure she’s the one that snuck in whatever your Lady stabbed the Dark Lord with.” Blaise says as if this information is no big deal. “I might be able to get a message to them and pretend it’s from her.”
I don’t think Draco or I knew what to say in that moment. After a long silence Blaise stood as well. “You guys can’t be that surprised by this. She was an original member of the DA, did you really think she would stop after our side won?”
“How long have you known?” Draco asked before I got the chance to. “Why haven’t you mentioned this before?”
Blaise sighs taking another drag from his cigarette. I think he is stalling for time to think before he throws down the bud and stomps it out. “I…” He starts and he looks more serious than I have ever seen him.
“No.” I say shaking my head and crossing my arms across my chest. “There is no fucking way you have actually fallen for Looney!” I throw up my hands as if the idea is completely ridiculous.
“Yeah just like there is no fucking way you two found someone with each other!” Blaise growls before Draco steps between us.
“We figured you may have a growing fondness for her, but is it more?” Draco asks calmly.
“You guys don’t know her like I do. No one knows her like I do.” Blaise says looking away and sitting back on the bench, slumping in defeat. “I know she is a bit odd, she takes some getting used to. But that’s only because she doesn’t see the world like rest of us, she’s special.”
He takes a deep cleansing breath before looking up at us. “It doesn’t matter that I haven’t told you in the past. I’m telling you now.”
“Only because the situation forces you to seek our help with her.” I say stepping towards him. I’m about to tell him she deserves exactly what she is getting from the Dark Lord when I stumble from the very thought.
“That’s how our kind works babe, are you new here?” He shoots back sarcastically without looking at me.
Draco sighs sitting back down after giving the courtyard a good onceover. “So you can get a message to the rebellion. You can tell them about Luna’s prophecy? If they care about her enough they’ll return her on their own.”
“They’ll just think the Dark Lord is the adversary. They life to challenge their perspective like that.” I say rolling my eyes. “I mean they took her against her will because they just had to save her.”
“You’re right.” Blaise nods in agreement. “I’ve clashed with Weasel a few times and I think he would do anything to keep his sister from our side.”
I frown looking at my feet for a moment as I work up the courage to say something else. “Does this have to be our side?” I ask the others softly. “Is it really doing us any good to be afraid all the time?”
“We have a future with this side Daphne.” Draco says looking at me sadly. “We don’t have anything like a future of we turned full out traitor. Even if we helped them take out the Dark Lord himself, they would still spit on us for the rest of our lives. Look how quickly they turned against Ginny?”
I nod having to agree with his assessment. “Well you could at least see if you can find out how she is doing, maybe where they are holding her. She won’t really be honest if they are mistreating her.”
“I’ll see what information I can find.” Blaise agrees getting to his feet. “When you’re around could you keep an eye on my wife, maybe even talk to her?” He asks looking at me again as if the request is no big deal.
“I can do that when I’m around. Tonight I’m going out with Antonin.” I tell him trying not to look at Draco.
“I should be around tonight. The Dark Lord has asked for a special photo shoot for the next issue of the Quibbler.” I says mockingly. “Has to show his wife that he has a new Mistress I think.”
“You two go get ready for your things. I think this meeting is done.” Draco says waving both of us away.
I open my mouth and try to think of some way to comfort him, but before I can say anything Blaise rests his hand on my arm and shakes his head.
“We’ll talk as soon as I hear anything back.” Blaise says before leading me back into the castle. “You shouldn’t be seen around him any more. Everyone thinks you broke up with him for Dolohov, maybe you should keep it that way.”
I sigh and nod slowly. “How did that get started anyway? We planned to have a public breakup so it would spread fast.”
“Draco got drunk and was trying to whore himself out to every witch in Hogsmeade, telling them how you stomped on his heart for a richer man. Called you a gold digging bitch.” Blaise says seeming very amused with himself.
“I heard something about that, but I didn’t know the details.” I tell him flushing a bit by what people must think of me.
Ginny-
I fall asleep soon after Harry leaves. The act was a bit more draining that I had expected. Something else I hadn’t expected was for Riddle to let me just lay in a comfortable bed in my dream as well.
“Don’t try to move, you need to recover.” He says as I shift on satin sheets.
I lay back taking the rest if he was offering but I hear the strange sound of drawers being opened and closed joined by shuffling. I frown and open my eyes to find that we are in my room in the cabin. Only he has changed to the bed to be much more comfortable than it is in reality.
“What are you doing?” I ask as I watch him opening drawers and collecting clothes and other things into a big trunk.
“We have to leave as soon as possible.” Riddle says without looking back at me.
“What?” I ask trying to sit up only to find my body hurts even here. “What are you talking about?”
“We’re leaving the cabin. As soon as you can easily move again.” He says firmly looking around. “We need food.” He adds walking off towards the kitchen.
“Riddle this place isn’t real.” I call after him wondering what kind of game he is up to. “I thought you wanted me to become Harry’s Queen?” I add after a moment.
“That was before.” He says poking his head back into the room.
“Before what?” I ask laying back on the bed because I really don’t feel like moving.
“Before he hurt you.” Riddle says as if the answer is obvious.
“Tom hurt me for months and you had no issue with that” I point out. “In fact I am pretty sure you are one the reasons I liked it so much.”
“I helped in your conditioning because it benefited us. We needed to be someone that could fulfill his needs.”
“Well now I am fulfilling Harry’s needs.” I point out trying to figure out what is problem is.
“You don’t understand Ginevra.” He says coming over to sit next to me on the bed. “Tom has dark desires, he wants to push you to your very limit enough times that that limit moves deeper and deeper into the dark.”
I blushed looking away from him, I know he’s right but I really don’t understand what his problem is then.
“Harry wants to find that limit so he can break you, not change you.” Riddle finishes seriously.
“You’re wrong.” I snap angry that he would say something so horrible. “Harry is dealing with the fact that a very dark potion brought him back to this world. It’s understandable that he is having a hard time with it.”
“If you don’t leave now he will keep your trapped in this cabin for the rest of your life. And I am not even really sure that will be very long.”
“You’re lying!” I yell sitting up even though it hurts.
“Look at his face Ginevra.” He said pointing to a mirror that was now showing a reflection of Harry. “You were a bit distracted to notice at the time, but I wasn’t”
It was showing images of my perspective of what Harry and I just did. When I glanced back at hims the first time, just before he struck me the image froze. The expression on his face is hard to read, but it makes me want to shrink into myself.
“He wants to break you. I can see it perfectly clear even if you can’t.”
I frown as I look back at Riddle. “This doesn’t mean anything.” I say blushing a bit.
“What did he say when you started to scream and real undiluted pain?” Riddle asks but the memory moves to that moment.
“Finally, I didn’t think anything would make you scream.” I hear the memory replay and I can’t help but hear the glee in his voice this time.
“He told me he wanted to hurt me.” I remind Riddle, laying back down because I don’t have the energy for this. “I knew this. I gave my consent.”
“But you thought it was the same way Tom likes to hurt you. Tom isn’t happier than when you beg for more pain.” He pushes back. “He may not be doing it on purpose, but he is still a danger to you. A danger to you is a danger that will not be tolerated.”
“You are actually standing there telling me that Harry Potter is a higher risk to my sanity that Lord Voldemort?” I laugh at the ridiculousness that is his statement.
“Ginevra I am much more skilled at reading people than you are.” He points out as he sits next to me on the bed. “I am keeping you asleep here until you are well enough to move.” He adds after a moment. “But you have to pack food and anything useful, then leave this cabin as quickly as you can.”
“I’m in the middle of who knows where.” I point out a problem with his plan.
“You have a wand.” He counters.
“I don’t know how to Apparate yet.” I say wishing I could just go home. “And maybe I shouldn’t leave, he needs me now…” I point out. I don’t want to be selfish.
“He will destroy you and your child.” He says putting his hand on my stomach.
“There is no way you could know any such thing you big liar.” I snap pushing his hand away. “It’s been a little over a week.”
“There were very strong fertility charms in your wedding rite and he timed it for your best chance to conceive. So no, I’m not sure, but it is a very good educated guess.”
I put my hand on my stomach frowning as I think of how young I still am. I’m not ready to be a mother, let alone think of how my choices could affect another person that intimately.
“I hate you.” I snap turning my back to him as I fight the tears. I feel like life has completely overwhelmed me.
“You don’t.” He says laying down on the bed behind me so he can wrap an arm around me and place his hand over mine. “You love me as much as either of them.” He says as he strokes the back of my hand. “I’m the only one you are completely honest with.”
“But you're just some twisted part of me. I couldn’t hide things from you if I wanted to.”
“That may have been true once.” He says laying a soft kiss on my neck. “You need to rest, as I said. What he did to you hurt your core of magic. That is why you are feeling the pain now, here.”
“But using the mark doesn’t usually do anything that destructive.” I tell him frowning. Not that I had ever used the mark before.
“He wasn’t trying to use it.” He says with a sigh. “I have no idea what he was trying to do, but it didn’t mix well with the mark’s power.”
After a while I wake in the real world feeling much better than I had when I passed out. It’s dark out and I’m cold because I’m still starckers and I’m still laying on top of my covers. With a shake I get myself out of bed and try to find the warmest clothes they left me. I layer as many shirts and pants as I can fit then head to the kitchen. Extra clothes would be nice for the trip, but it doesn’t seem as important as food and water.
I don’t really have a bag that I can pack things into so I empty the box of useless things Hermione had collected from my room. I put the journal and a quill and ink back in the box before I go to the kitchen and load up as much food as I can manage.
I shake my head in disbelief that I am actually going to walk off into the forest. But if any of what Riddle said is right I need to get away from this place sooner rather than later. Harry may need me a bit, but there was still my family and others to consider. I levitate the box and start marching out in a random direction because it doesn’t really matter what way I go.
Luna-
I’m not sure how late it is, but I find that I am still kneeling in the Dark Lord’s office as he works on paperwork for who knows what and I take careful notes on what I will need for this tarot set. The things one must do to other living people makes my stomach ache, but I try to make myself feel better by hoping Ginny returns before I can finish drawing the deck.
I can’t help but think that if the rebels knew that keeping her with them would end in her death than they would let her come back freely. I wonder Blaise would take a message to the rebels for me? Surely if he knew what was at stake if Ginny dies then he would be willing to break a few rules.
“Chin up.” The Dark Lord says and I jump when I realize that he is standing directly behind me. Without another word he wraps a choker around my neck and I suddenly feel a pain as he fixes the clasp.
Reaching back I feel a tear shape design and I can feel there is something actually sticking into my skin.
“What is this?” I ask fingering the metal collar he has just thrust upon me.
“It’s a control collar. It’s actually Ginevra’s, but I felt that it would be useful to have on you for a bit.”
“I’ve already vowed to tell you the truth my Lord. What else do you need from me?” I ask with a deep frown.
“I need for you to be at my whim.” He said simply. “Stand.” He ordered, his words seem to vibrate down to my bones and I was getting up before I could even process what he said.
“I’ve taken an Unbreakable vow to serve you my Lord.” I say not liking the feeling of not being in control of my own body. “Please take it off.”
A small devil smile played across his lips as he looked down at me. “Sleep.” He orders and I know no more.
I’m not sure how much time passed before I woke in a bed next to a warm figure. I snuggles against Blaise as my drowsy mind tried to catch up with everything that had happened. A dark chuckle next to me makes me sit up in shock. I look over at the Dark Lord. I had just been snuggled against his lean muscular chest. I’ve never had such an exposed view of his athletic form. He’s only wearing silky black pants, and I had just been snuggling against his bare chest.
“You may take her back to her room now Lord Zabini.” Voldemort says dryly making me look up to Blaise. My husband’s jaw is tight and he holds a camera.
“W-what?” I ask still not understanding why we were here.
“Just a bit of a photo shoot to sell the idea of you as my mistress.” The Dark Lord says dismissively. “You can go back to your room with your husband. Pick a good photo for your next issue.”
I swallow hard looking down at my completely nude form. Covering my breasts with my arms as best I can and move away from him off the bed.
“Pictures?” I ask feeling dumb and slow at the moment.
I can feel his smile even though I am not looking directly at the Dark Lord.
“Special pictures, for the article you will be writing. Tell the people how much you enjoy serving your Lord.”
I back into Blaise until I feel his arm wrap around my stomach.
“My clothes?” I ask glancing around the room to see if I can spot them.
“Oh yes, I think we left them in my office.” Voldemort says offhandedly. “Would you like to go get her dress Lord Zabini?”
“Thank you my Lord.” Blaise says nodding the whispers. “I’ll be right back.” Before pulling away from me.
I’m left standing exposed in front of him so I turn towards the door to wait for Blaise. I hear the him get off the bed and I glance back to see him undressing. I quickly look back towards the door, my heart thundering as I try not to think about what could have happened while I was asleep.
“You said nothing had to be real if I played my part. Have I displeased you my Lord?” I ask trying to face this tightening I was feeling in my chest.
“No.” He says and his voice is much closer than I thought it was. I feel as the heat of him move closer to my back and waves his hand into my sight. I hear the lock click and I take a step closer to the door and away from him.
“No what my Lord? If you break me I can’t help Ginny.” I point out in a rush closing my eyes tight as I force myself to stay calm.
“No you have not actually displeased me yet.” He says as he reaches out and pushes my hair to the side so he can run a single finger down my spine starting just below the collar.
“Than why are you doing this?” I ask hearing the doorknob rattle as Blaise tries to open the door.
“You see me much too clearly for my liking Lady Radcliff-Lovegood.” He says and I feel him take a step even closer. “But I see you clearly now too. Has anyone ever truly understood your worth? Humm? Does that child husband of yours understand what you could be to my Empire?”
The knob starts to shake harder in Blaise’s frustration. “I love my husband my Lord.” I tell him simply, not really understanding what he wanted.
I flinch as he grabs the back of my hair jerking me back against him. “That has nothing to do with what we could have together.” He says softly against my hear.
“You love Ginny.” I remind him wondering what she would think of me right now.
He chuckles darkly before turning my neck and licking it slowly. I can’t help the whimper that escapes my lips.
“I can’t handle you my Lord.” I try another tactic.
“I’m not talking about carnal desire Luna.” He says much more seriously. “I’m talking about another kind of seduction.”
Blaise is now ponding on the door as if he thinks the Dark Lord must be murdering me. “I don’t know what you want my Lord, but husband is making a scene.” I say before thinking about it for a moment. “But that is the real plan. Better than staged pictures is a man trying to claw his way in here to save his wife. Rumors will get around.”
“Such a quick mind.” He says and I can feel the smile that forms on his lips. “What I want is for you to open that mind to everything you could be under my tutelage. I can feel the darkness in you, and if you give into that darkness, you could be one of my greatest servants.”
“I already serve you my Lord.” I point out with a frown.
“I’ve had The Dark Pattern moved to your room, study it, make the cards and we will talk about the enchantments later.” He says before pushing me hastily to the ground. “This will only hurt a bit.” He adds before I feel as if I’m being kicked from every direction.
I whimper as the effect of whatever spell he uses only lasts a moment. I hear the door burst open and Blaise is at my side a moment later covering me in the dress I had been wearing before.
“You are not to heal her or have her healed until I say.” The Dark Lord says loudly and I grab Blaise’s wrist because he seems like he is about to do something stupid.
“It’s not real.” I tell him under my breath as I work to sit up. I am sure if someone had really kicked me I would still be in a great amount of pain, as it was I was stiff all over like the wounds were already on the mend.
I let Blaise help me into my dress and make a show of leaning on him as we head back to my room. Once the door is closed I stand on my own and go to sit down on the bed.
“You’ll want a shower.” Blaise says with a detached sort of voice.
“He didn’t really touch me.” I tell him sitting up to look at my husband and his colors. Shame was written all over him. I move to him cupping his face in my hand. “Blaise look at me please?” I ask waiting for him to look into my eyes before I say it again. “That was a show so that there will be rumors to back up the article.”
“I left you alone with him. I took pictures of you with him.” He says searching my eyes for the anger he thought I should feel towards him. “He did touch you and I took pictures.”
I take in a long shuddered breath and shake my head. “That was all a mind game to mess with you. To make you feel guilty and push you away from me. Please don’t let it work?” I ask and he turns his head to kiss my palm.
“When did I get so soft?” He asks as he takes my hand in his before looking back at me. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. When did that feeling take over my life?”
“Lets not think about things like that.” I tell him moving on my toes so I can kiss his lips. “Come to bed with me?” I ask pulling him towards the bed trying to distract us both from the day.
“I think you want a shower first.” He says pulling back towards the bathroom. “Let me wash your back.”
“Why?” I ask frowning slightly.
“He had someone paint on it for the picture.” He says and I let him pull me into the bathroom so I can see what was painted on my back.
Pulling my dress back over my head I turn to look at the what was painted there. Spanning the length of my spine is an exact replica of the Dark Mark. The black paint against my pale skin makes it look like a void carved from my flesh.
“I think it was supposed to make a point.” Blaise says carefully. “To drive home that he owns you.”
“This message isn’t for me. It’s to Ginny.” I say shaking head and looking up to him with a shrug. I need him to feel better and I never swore an oath to always tell him the truth.
“Shower with me?” I ask brushing it aside as if it doesn’t bother me. “Or maybe a bath?”
Daphne-
An hour after I leave Blaise’s side I find myself sitting in the bath and really not wanting to go get ready for my date. Ginny’s journal is set open near by so I’ll know right away if she writes anything. I’ve already sent the message about our idea with the Dark Mark, but she hasn’t responded at all.
With a final sigh I force myself to stand and start to dry off. I fall easily into the routine of getting ready so I don’t really have to think until I’m diamond studs in my ears. I look down at the long elegant robe I decided on for the the evening out.
Antonin is taking me to a elite club in wizard london. This will be one of the first times we are really seen together as a couple, and it makes me nervous. Tonight I play the part of a pureblood woman fit to be on the arm of one of the Dark Lord’s inner circle.
I think how my parents will be so proud of the match when I can finally tell them of my engagement. I smile at the mirror testing to see if I can still wear the mask like armor.
When I hear him knock I glance over to the journal one last time. Still no answer, and there is no way I could risk bringing the book with me tonight. I shove it into a drawer before I go to open my door.
“You know I can’t believe he hasn’t had you moved from this room yet.” Antonin greets me with a smile. His eyes roam down my form, checking to see if I meet his approval. With a slight nod I see I have made the cut.
“Where should I have been moved?” I ask smiling back at him as if this conversation is a light one. He offers his arm and I take it easily.
“These rooms were set aside for Lady Weasley’s maids. He could have moved you to the visiting dorm.” He offers thoughtfully.
“It has only been a week, and with the Queen’s rooms done these are no more than employee housing again.” I point out as we make our way to the front hall. “I still work for our Lord.”
“For now.” He says patting my hand. “Once the engagement is announced you will move into the townhouse.”
I smile at him as if I would like nothing more. “Before we’re married?” I ask curiously.
“I’ll still be living in my apartments near the Ministry.” He says comfortingly. “But I think taking some time off working would do you some good.”
“I thought you wanted me to work in the Ministry. My whole appeal was that I was someone who could help add to your own power.” I say with a bit of concern.
“Definitely not your whole appeal.” He says his eyes traveling to my chest to make his meaning clear. “But I’ve been working to find an appropriate starting position for you.” He says as we walk out into the cold night air.
I snuggle more closely against him and he wraps part of his cloak around my shoulders as well.
“You know I could look as well.” I point out as we make our way down the cleared path to the gate.
“The problem is that you’re already well known around the Ministry.” He says completely ignoring my words. “People are hesitant to hire the girl who lost the Queen.” He adds after a moment.
“None of that was my fault.” I say frowning that so many would be blaming me. The Dark Lord didn’t even really blame me. My fear from him is that he would use me to hurt Ginny.
“Well appearances and all of that.” He says waving his hand dismissively.
“I could start in the private sector. Find a job with a law firm, or lobbyist organization.”
“You don’t have to think about that just now. For tonight all I need from you is to look lovely as ever and seem to be infatuated with me completely.” He says with a grin.
“O-of course.” I say only faltering a bit before we leave the grounds completely. Once we are able to Apparate he pulls me into his arms so he can take ous to the club lobby.
I spend the next few hours smiling at him and making small talk with other pureblood women on the arms of Antonin’s peers. When I see someone I recognize I try and move out of sight. I really don’t want to have to deal with her just now.
“Daphne!” Pansy comes walking over with the troll like Marcus Flint by her side.
I give her my best frenemy smile as greet her in the same tone. “Pansy, it’s been so long.” I say thinking how upset she was when I tricked her into writing an embarrassing letter to Draco.
“Seems like forever.” She says giving her fake smile as well. “I heard the other day that you can Draco split up.” She adds a little pout on her lips as if she is sad for me. “You know Marcus right? My fiance.” She squeals holding out a decent sized diamond on her finger.
“I broke it off with Draco, we really just weren’t a good fit.” I say trying to stay with the same story Draco was spreading around.
“Well who could be, after the Dark Lord.” She says looking around me for a moment. “Are you here all alone?” She asks sounding positively gleeful.
“No.” I say shaking my head. “My date had to have a private conversation about work.” I tell her looking around to see if Antonin was on his way back yet.
“Pansy said you were always career focused. I’ve heard recently you lost your postion court because if that whole mess with losing the Queen at the wedding.” Marcus finally speaks up, obviously realizing Pansy wishes to crush me.
“Who told you that?” I ask seeing for myself that Antonin was right.
“Marcus works at the Ministry, the Department of Magical Sports and Games. Very trusted member of the team.” Pansy says happily.
“I overheard my boss talking to the head of the Department of Law, Lord Dolohov? He witnessed what happened at the wedding so you can’t really dispute his word.” Marcus says smugly.
I feel ice dropping into my stomach as I should have realized it would be Antonin that was poisoning the Ministry well. Pansy noticing the shift in my mood jumps on it like the viper she is.
“He’s right isn’t he?” She asks barely trying to mask her glee. “With a black mark like that you should probably focus on getting someone who can take care of you. You’re not getting any younger, and there is always the marriage law to consider.”
I smile from one to the other. “It is a complicated situation, but of course I am looking for the right match while still working directly for the Dark Lord. Actually I am doing quite well in both areas.” I lie as I try to decide if I should skip out on Antonin or not. “I think Antonin must have just been making a joke, and you misunderstood.” I say dropping his first name.
“Antonin?” Pansy asks looking between Marcus and me.
“Oh of course, I meant Lord Dolohov.” I tell her pleasantly and they are both looking at me in complete confusion. “My date.” I add looking around for him, I finally spot him coming back this way. “Would you two like an introduction?” I ask deciding rubbing their nose in the connection is more important than being mad just now.
“You’re with Lord Dolohov?” Marcus asks a slow frown crossing his face.
“Darling.” I say cheerfully as he gets to our little group and I take his arm. “These are some friends from school. Pansy Parkinson, and Marcus Flint.” I introduce them easily.
“It is always good meeting Daphne’s friends.” He says smiling to them pleasantly.
“Are you done for the night? I’m getting a bit tried, I want to get to bed really tonight.” I tell him only a bit suggestively so that he will lead me from the club.
Once we are outside and I have no more reason to play nice I pull away from him completely. “I can make it back to Hogwarts alone.” I tell him as I pull my wand from my purse.
“You’re running hot and cold tonight. Is something wrong?” He asks taking my hand in his to stop me. “You know I have to escort you back.”
“Fine then, take me back.” I say not sure how to say what I want to say.
He frowns at me a moment longer before pulling me in so that he can Appreciate both of us to the front gates. Once I am standing on solid ground again I turn my back on him and reach to open the gate.
“Daphne you do not walk away from me.” Antonin says firmly grabbing my shoulder so he can make me face him again. “What is wrong with you.”
“I’m not sure if this is an agreeable arrangement after all.” I tell him with narrowed eyes. “Of course there is a rumor going around the Ministry if you are helping to spread it. When you came to me in the first place you said you wanted a partner, someone who could work with your to cement the partnerships place in this Empore. What changed?”
He watches me without saying anything for a long moment, as if he expects me to go on. When he finally decides I’m not going to continue he sighs. “You know what changed. Your Lady Mercey was taken from the Empire. What none of you in the castle seem to realize is if she hasn’t joined the rebellion than they’ve probably killed her by now. So what kind of power could you ever have to help me? There is simply no way the Dark Lord will let you attach yourself to his next wife like you did to the blood traitor.”
“If you believe all of that why not just drop the whole thing? It is still very easy for you to walk away from this right now. You wouldn’t lose a lick of face.” I say as my jaw tenses in anger.
“You still have an agreeably intelligent mind, you're young and lovely, you know how to take care of yourself and how to act in front of company. You will still make me a fair bride, only a different kind of wife than I originally thought.”
“I don’t think so.” I say shaking my head. “I don’t think this is going to work out for me. If you think I would be satisfied being your arm candy than you have sorely misjudged me.”
“Oh Daphne.” He breaths leaning over me so that I’m forced to take a step back into the closed gate. “You’re not walking away from me now. I’ve already decided you’re mine, and I don’t see why I need to give you a choice in the matter any longer. When it is revealed that the Queen is dead, or working against Empire, the Dark Lord will act on his anger. And I will make sure that at least part of it is directed at you.” He says seeming amused more than anything else.
“Well then. I don’t see any reason to talk to you until then.” I say grasping for the latch and backing through the gate as it opens. “Good night Antonin.” I snap before turning and heading back up to the castle.
I am still a semi free pureblood woman, and there are enough guards walking the grounds that I feel secure he wouldn’t actually attack me in front of so many witnesses.
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